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momenter
momenter
24/F/VA Been writing poems for as long as I can remember. The first one I ever wrote is called "My Backpack Ran Away" when i was about 8 years old.
It was hard to write about being depressed I’ve only told 3 people since it happened And from that depression Came the lingering anxiety And it’s something I can’t get rid of Like a stomach virus that leaves you weak and unstable for days to come Except the anxiety I feel comes and goes and it rises with stress and uncertainty I feel like I’m carrying my depression around like a gold medal Except the medal weighs 100 pounds and drags on the floor and makes a loud screechy sound for the world to know It feels like the whole world is staring at me sometimes And I can’t be myself I have to hide my emotions To be accepted in a society who’s people think depression is a phase Those people have never been depressed And are ignorant to the fact that depression is just a nicer word for wanting to **** yourself
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
Depression is a nicer word for
Your pain Lingers from many years ago And you have become so good at brushing that pain away Filling up that box to the brim And sliding it under your bed Like the monsters you imagined at a young age I wish I could take that box And instead throw into the ocean And watch it sink to the bottom Letting out everything that was inside And burdening the waters instead But rather than having that easy way out The box will one day be so overfilled It will explode with all of your emotions And the world won’t know how to react The world will hide from you Unless you find a way to use those emotions and pain And put them into something else
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
The box of pain
I reinvented myself After I had already settled on a career It was the riskiest thing I had ever done But I made the decision so quick It was as if something had lit a fire under me And I jumped to the opportunity To do something that filled me with challenges And triumphs Rather than settle For less than my potential
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Unfulfilled Potential
I imagine it will escalate slowly But with an initial fire That ignites as time passes I imagine the feeling will be ignored Because you still have those brick and stone walls Covered in cement And ready for combat I imagine those walls will become dust particles The moment you realize He’s the one you’ve been waiting for And he realizes it too I imagine love too deep to surpass any barrier That was there prior I imagine And I believe Because I imagine that love is stronger than anything tangible
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
I Imagine
Three, tall cubicle walls and a window in which I can only see through if I stand on my tippy toes because those cubicle walls are tall enough to cover 3/4th of the window Three cubicle walls and a small portion of a window and it feels like a jail cell Luckily, after 5:45pm I have the freedom to be home and relax But now, my “relax” time at home is starting to feel like prison too When I am home I am anticipating going to work the next morning and counting down the hours until I have to go to bed and sit in that jail cell for 9 hours of my daytime only to go home and anticipate the next day again It’s all one large jail cell Except the jail cell has moved from my office cubicle to my car to my living room to my room and repeat Oh how I wish I could be away on some remote island with my loved ones enjoying a day on the beach and doing something I love for a living Oh how I wish the cycle of society hadn’t gotten to me But come to think of it This cycle of routine and desk life all started the first day of kindergarten We’ve been trained to live this life It’s a shame I got ****** into it
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
The Jail Cell
You tell me you’re lonely And I can relate You tell me you’re lonely And I look around the room And realize so are they You tell me you still love her And I realize I still love him I look up at the stars and wonder where our paths are meant to cross I look at you And I feel that pull But I continue to push away We go in circles To see if we can find our way Ending up right where we started
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
Circles
I try very hard to get you off my mind Today I was looking at old videos And I found you Again And again And I felt happy I felt so so happy for myself to have had those feelings for someone else The feelings I only dream about having now The feelings I only see other people having And it makes me furious Not at anyone else but me What was I doing? Why did I have such a big ******* wall up with you Why didn’t i just let myself be happy Why didn’t I fight for us Like you fought for me Why did I take it for granted I think about this all the time How could it have been so good How could you have been so good to me And yet I wasn’t able to put one foot forward for what we had Why did I crash and burn as soon as things got a little difficult Why was I so weak with you When I know I am one of the strongest people I think about this And I can never find a solid answer Because there isn’t one Because love trumps any of the other insecurities I had when I was with you And I couldn’t see that And now it’s too late And I miss you.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Self pity
I left You fought for me for as long as your heart could bare it I let you go But all I wanted was space Now I realize that it was the biggest mistake I’ve made I miss you And I don’t know how to rewind time to have the feelings I have now The passion The desire To love you The way I should have loved you from the beginning
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
I Left
I am a healer. I was raised to be one I was a parent to two. Because I was the eldest Because the real one wasn't there to be one. And I still get blamed For everything useless and everything not having to do with the actual problem. So I mend My relationships because I am the healer. It might not start out that way but it ends up that way  It's my destiny I can fight it, and I will But who's to say it won't follow me? Who's to say that it's just meant to be this way? I am a healer. I mend. I put the pieces back together. I fall a little deeper Into an abyss  Into the unknown Into my fears.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
Into my fears